She has listened to his praise with beating heart,
and blossomed into greater loveliness. She has had no greed of money,
save as it would array her in beauteous raiment, that she might better
guard the love she has won; she has had little ambition, save as she
might be of service to her mate, whose unquiet soul has never ceased
its
PLUNGING INTO THE NIGHT OF DESTINY,
the storm of life. But she has had great powers of love, great powers of
sacrifice, great depths of forgiveness, great fountains of tears--those
still waters where bathes the human soul and rises clean before God's
sight. "Women are the poetry of the world, in the same sense that the
stars are the poetry of heaven," says Hargrave; "clear, light-giving,
harmonious, they are the terrestrial planets that rule the destinies of
mankind." "Man," says Washington Irving, "is the creature of interest
and ambition. His nature leads him forth into the struggle and bustle of
the world. Love is but the embellishment of his early life, or a song
piped in the intervals of his acts. But a woman's whole life is
A HISTORY OF THE AFFECTIONS
the heart is her world; it is there her ambition strives for empire; it
is there her avarice seeks for hidden treasures.
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